Gravenimage

We met that night,
when the sea ran high.
And I craved for more,
of that nearlove experience.

Those who the music hath,
then joined together are now put asunder.

Remember me,
when I lit the fire to keep us warm,
on a cold winter morning.
Now I pass through the moment,
can I still recognize a beautiful melody.

I play a note, but hear no sound.
Have I lost my love or the wings I found.
When I was young and eager to please, anyone who had time.

Needed to sing,
the very notes I heard.
Had to stay in the shadows,
and seek for the loneliness.

Nevertheless the price,
was higher than I realized.
I was to live alone,
ready to make the sacrifice.

Was I in love with you?

My old heart, little harder again.
Once the light goes out, everything ends.

It is time, ready to cause a scene,
ready to make the sacrifice.
Ready to play the note,
ready to end the final show.

The only thing I know.

The pain is here to stay I fear.
In my eyes I can change one note and make you cry.
In this state of mind, silence is a crime.

How can life be so feigned and cold?
I've answered the call of every melody, lovingly.
Did I find the answers to all my questions,
or a gravenimage of me?

(Oh...)

If I found the hidden fountain,
Drank the wisdom from its deep.
Would I have the time to save me?
Would I have them both to keep?